After Losing Her Husband, a Woman Learned from a Nurse That Another Woman Had Been Visiting Him for Several Weeks – A Few Days Later, the Visitor Came to Her House and Said, ‘So You Don’t Know What He Left You, Do You?

“I suppose a little.”

A little? This was his son.

I was so sure of it that I stopped considering any other explanation.

He looks like Jack.

“Ethan,” Denise said gently, “this is Claire.”

His face brightened. “I know.”

“You know me?”

“Jack showed me your picture.”

“He did?”

I stopped considering any other explanation.

“And Lucy’s.”

“What did he tell you?”

“That she likes dinosaurs.”

Despite myself, I smiled. “She does.”

“And you make pancakes on Sundays.”

Jack showed me your picture.

My smile disappeared.

Jack had talked about us here.

“How often did he come?”

Denise hesitated. “Quite a few times.”

“Alone?”

Jack had talked about us.

“Not always.”

“Who came with him?”

“An older woman. Mrs. Bennett.”

The name hit me immediately.

“What did she tell you about Ethan?”

Quite a few times.

“Almost nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“Claire, this is a family home. We have several children here. We’re given the information we need to care for them, not every detail of their families.”

“But you knew Jack.”

“I knew he cared about Ethan.”

Mrs. Bennett.

“As his father?”

Denise’s expression tightened. “I can’t answer that.”

“Because you’re not allowed to?”

“Because I honestly don’t know.”